The wind is positively violent at my house this morning. It has been this way all evening. It's my favorite time of year really. In-climate weather suits me.Low hanging fog that wraps each house in a cocoon of silence, or wind whipping through the trees, intent to tear each branch off, or just quiet rain, the only way you know its there is the steady dripping in the rain gutter. While a sunny day or a cloudless night have their place in my favorite times, there is something primal in this type of weather. As if the world is intent on fighting before going into a winter sleep. It brings to mind wilder times. Not in my life mind you. I've never really been the kind of person to go nuts and wake up in Vegas missing a tooth. No. I'm very content to be the picker-uper in those situations. You need a wheel man to get you from Vegas to LA for you wedding and you are too drunk to drive? I'm on it. You want to propose to the girl you love but need help for with a rather elaborate scheme? I am your girl! (The first thing never happened to me by the way, I was riding on the coattails of "The Hangover" theme I had started.) I don't know where I was going with that. I guess I am just starting to learn who I am and whenever I am filled with new knowledge I want to get it down on here so I don't forget it. Discovering who you are is fun.
Truth is, I am pondering doing something....for lack of a better word, detrimental, (not to my person, to my love life), and I thought if I blogged for a bit before going to bed I might be able to distract myself from making a not-so-great decision. I think it's working. I think I am going to go to bed now.
Cheers.
XX Bex
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